Weather man, that liar, said the weekend would be great, so we planned on riding on Sunday, the better of the two days. We were busy on Saturday doing this and that around the house.
That liar, it turned out it was 10 degrees cooler than predicted AND not only did the Sun NOT come out, the fog NEVER LIFTED. We rode anyway.
The fog lent an element to our ride that made it memorable. With the low ceiling, everything bounced back to my ear. We parked at Marriottsville, figuring the League would be too wet and soft. Plus, we saved 45 minutes of ride time.
We started out from there, and tried to keep to the shortest way, but apparently we didn't go THE shortest way we could. We did not get lost. Stayed in the woods, no field or meadows on this path. There were no trains.
The Woodstock Inn was bumping, and it took 20 minutes just to order a soda. We had lunch, it was good, but didn't leave until after 3:00. We had to hurry, the fog was just as thick and dark was falling.
It never actually rained on us, but the mist did get me a little damp. The trails weren't sloppy, but most places were soft. The faster we traveled, the more torn up we left the trails.
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